Village chief, your township enterprise sells laser cannons?

Chapter 93 It's not a battle axe!

After stroking the laser defense system for a while, Kavan's eyes hardened again. He walked back to Ali and extended his right hand:

Give me the remote control!

Ali didn't hand him the phone; instead, he held out his hand and said, "Give me your phone!"

"what?"

"Give me your phone!" Ali repeated, and seeing that he was serious, Kavan finally took out his phone and handed it to Ali.

Ali took the phone and then opened the software on his phone to control the laser defense system. After about ten minutes of verification, a QR code appeared on his phone screen.

Scan the QR code with Kavan's phone, and a download prompt will automatically pop up on the phone screen.

Click to download, and in less than a minute, a brand new software will appear on your Kavanaugh phone.

After clicking to log in, verifying, and completing the entire process, the phone was returned to Kavan by Alibaba.

"You have been granted access to both laser defense systems."

"It's that simple?" Kavan took the phone in disbelief, found the software he had just downloaded, clicked to open it, and after just one glance, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Because the text above is in Chinese!

He doesn't know it; he only recognizes a few numbers at most.

He shoved the phone screen back in front of Ali and asked through gritted teeth:

"How am I supposed to operate this?"

Ali shrugged and said, "I'm learning too!"

This sentence shut Kavan up completely. He could only sit down and squat down with his phone, like a helpless husband, studying the unfamiliar characters and numbers on it.

Seeing that he was genuinely learning, Ali walked over and squatted down beside him:

"We tested this laser defense system when we were in China."

"At a distance of approximately 4.9 kilometers, this thing pierced through a 10-millimeter-thick steel plate, as well as engineering plastics and multiple layers of tempered insulated glass in a very short time."

"According to the manufacturer, this thing has a range of five kilometers, which means that once it is placed there, it can form an air defense zone with a radius of five kilometers."

"Theoretically, the two devices can be used together to create an air defense belt 20 kilometers wide."

"With a few more pieces of equipment, it will be virtually impregnable."

"And this thing has its own battery."

Upon hearing Ali mention batteries, Kavan quickly looked at his phone screen, and sure enough, he found a battery icon on it.

I checked the battery level, and it's still at 85%.

At that moment, he recalled the chaotic lightsaber dance from earlier, the red laser beams like a sharp longsword, flailing wildly in the darkness.

After dancing for those long tens of seconds, this thing still had 85% battery left.

Moreover, this thing wasn't even charged when it landed!

But soon, the Iranian Revolutionary Guard commander discovered a blind spot. He swallowed hard, then turned around, grabbed Ali by the collar, and questioned him through gritted teeth:

"You bastard, you actually transported fully charged batteries by plane?"

"Are you really not afraid of death? If you're not afraid of death, go strap a bomb to yourself, go find an Israeli and blow it up, but don't drag the others down with you."

"I'm alive and well, aren't I?" Ali spread his hands, revealing a gentle smile. When Kavan's expression relaxed slightly, he reached out and moved Kavan's hand away. "Even if we don't charge the transport this time, we'll charge it next time."

"Because Mr. Amar said that we need to deploy these things quickly across the country."

Hearing his words, Cavan let out a sneer: "Damn madman!"

After cursing, he held his phone in both hands, plopped down on the ground, and began to study the text on the phone screen and how to operate this damn laser defense system.

This research went on from the early hours of the morning until the next morning.

The morning in the mountains was a bit chilly, still damp with dew. Kavan stood up, took a deep breath of the cold valley air, rubbed his legs, and was about to call Ali when his personal guard rushed over again.

"Commander, we've found all the wreckage, all sixteen are there, but..."

As the guard finished speaking, he glanced almost imperceptibly at Ali. Noticing his movement, Kavan's eyes widened.

"What kind of talk is this, stammering? Just say what you have to say."

The guard nodded and said in a low voice, "Even the intact missile wreckage has a burn mark from high temperature."

"It was this high temperature that ignited the explosives."

"Furthermore, what we intercepted was not a Tomahawk cruise missile."

"It's a cruise bomb with a thruster... You'll see when you get there."

The guard's hesitant words eased Cavan's expression, but also raised new doubts in him.

He turned to Ali, hesitated for a moment, then said, "I need to see the missile wreckage now. Do you want to come?"

Upon hearing the other party's invitation, a hint of doubt flashed in Ali's eyes, but he quickly nodded.

The two men walked out of the temporary position one after the other, got into the car, and headed towards the rear command post.

After walking for about ten minutes, the convoy arrived at a hidden command post.

In the open space in front of this hidden command post, some wreckage lay quietly.

Walking over to the wreckage, Kavan crouched down and carefully picked up the parts, meticulously comparing them with the Tomahawk missile wreckage he remembered seeing.

The 16 missile fragments varied in number, but when put together, they roughly reconstructed the appearance of the 16 missiles.

Having visualized the missile in his mind, Kavan breathed a sigh of relief.

This is not a missile, but a cruise bomb.

Or, to put it another way, a cruise bomb with a cruise kit and a powered thruster.

Or, to put it another way, a bomb drone.

It is not the Tomahawk cruise missile that the Americans prefer to use to strike targets.

Having figured out the true nature of the missile, Kavan slapped his forehead:

"I knew it! With the industrial efficiency of the Americans, how could they suddenly give Israel so many Tomahawk cruise missiles?"

"It seems that Israel's equipment inventory is almost depleted."

"Otherwise, they wouldn't be using this kind of equipment that they despise."

"Sigh... Victory is just around the corner!"

"You're overthinking it!" Amid Kavan's exclamation, Ali's voice, seemingly pouring cold water on his enthusiasm, came from the side:

"Israel prefers to use Tomahawk cruise missiles to strike targets, but those things are too expensive to manufacture, and the Americans' production efficiency is too low, so even if they have the money, they can't produce them."

"But now, those beasts who have been wandering for thousands of years have changed their thinking. They added a gliding suit to this aerial bomb and a power thruster."

"It becomes a powered glide bomb, which is much cheaper to manufacture than a Tomahawk."

"If the Israelis use such weapons on a large scale to bomb and strike us, do you think we will have enough anti-aircraft missiles?"

Ali's cold water successfully woke Kavan up; his eyes widened, and he began to hurl insults:

"Those beasts actually copied us? Aren't they supposed to be God's chosen people?"

"How can you learn from us, a bunch of lowly people who don't deserve to live in this world?"

"You damn beast!"